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 Malta and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.