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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.