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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.