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 Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.