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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
The Litter,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.