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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Animal Collective to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.