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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
The Move,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.