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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.