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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.