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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Clear Light 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.