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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Franke,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
JFA,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.