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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.