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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.