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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.