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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Slave,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.