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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.