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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fall to the jazz 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.