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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul 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?
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Television,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.