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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pagans to the grunge 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.