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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.