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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.