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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.