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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Can,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.