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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.