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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.