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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.