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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.