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 Moldova and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Motions 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.