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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.