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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gichy Dan to the punk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.