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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.