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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Crime,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.