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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
CMW,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Make Up,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.