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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Misunderstood to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s 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 Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.