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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.