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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.