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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.