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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.