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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Pole,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.