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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.