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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fania All-Stars to the punk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.