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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.