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 Slovenia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
The Names,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.