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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.