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 Samoa 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.