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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.