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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.