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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.