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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.