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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yaz to the punk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
UT,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.