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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.