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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.