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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.