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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.