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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Cluster to the grime 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.