Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.