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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.