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 Tehran.
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 Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.