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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
DNA,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.