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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
a-ha,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.