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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Masters at Work to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
PIL,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.