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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Amazonics to the grime 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.