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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wings to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.