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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Organ,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.