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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
UT,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.