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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.