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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.