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 Germany 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.