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 Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.