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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.