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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
UT,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.