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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.