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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.