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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Make Up 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.