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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Animal Collective to the jazz 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Nas,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.