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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.