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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.