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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.