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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.