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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.