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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Brick,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.