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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gories to the jazz 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.