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 Estonia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.