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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.