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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Echospace,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.