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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 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 Kaleidoscope 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.