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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.