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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.