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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.