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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.