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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.