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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Talk Talk to the punk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.