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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.