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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.