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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.