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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.