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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Gong,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.