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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.