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 Netherlands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.