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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Television,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.