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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.