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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Knickerbockers to the punk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.