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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 linndrum 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
JFA,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
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.