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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Q65,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.