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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.