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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan 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.