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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.