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 Andorra and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.