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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.