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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.