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 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Make Up,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.