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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.