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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Slave,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.