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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
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.