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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim 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?
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Gong,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.