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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.