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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.