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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.