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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.