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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the techno 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Franke,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.