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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.