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 Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Pole,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.