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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.