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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.