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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.