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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.