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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Scion to the jazz 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.