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 Nigeria 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Aswad,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.