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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.