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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
CMW,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.