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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.