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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Move to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.