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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.