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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.