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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 oboe 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.