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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.