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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.