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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Toasters 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.