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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.