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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.