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 Micronesia and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Faust,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.