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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ultra Naté to the techno 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Monks,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.