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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.