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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.