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 Peru 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.