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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.