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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Pretty Things to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.