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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.