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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Japan,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.