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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.