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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.