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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.