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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.