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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.