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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.