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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Erykah Badu to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.