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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.