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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.