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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.