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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.