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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Index,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.