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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 oboe 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.