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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.