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 Japan 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.