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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
The Move,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Niagra,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.