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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.