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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.