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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.