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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.