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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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.