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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.