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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.