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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.