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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.