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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Skaos,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.