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 Burundi 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.