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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.