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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
The Index,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.