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 Turkey 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.