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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Kayak,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.