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 Botswana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.