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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.