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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.