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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Nico,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.