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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
The Move,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.