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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey 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?
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.