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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.