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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Can,
Wire,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.