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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.