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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.