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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.