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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.