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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
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,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Swans,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.