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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Mad Mike to the crunk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.