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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.