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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.