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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Scrapy,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.