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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Lalann,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.