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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.