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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.