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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Franke,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.