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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.