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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
The Evens,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.