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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Interpol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
The Victims,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.