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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.