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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.