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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Names to the jazz 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
the Slits,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.