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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.