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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.