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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Crime to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.