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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Scott Walker to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.