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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Neil Young to the jazz 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.