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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.