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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.