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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.