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 Croatia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.