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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo 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.