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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.