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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Wire,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Q65,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.