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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.