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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Intrusion 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.