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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.