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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.