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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Crooked Eye to the crunk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.