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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.