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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.