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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Ossler to the rap 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.