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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.