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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.