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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry 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?
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.