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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.