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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.