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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Hashim,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.