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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the funk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.