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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle 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 disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Pole,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.