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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Scion,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.