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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Searchers 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.