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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.