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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.