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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.