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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.