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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.