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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.