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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.