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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Outsiders to the crunk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.