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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.