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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Five Americans to the techno 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.