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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.