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 Bahamas 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.