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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.