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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Wings,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.