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 Mauritius 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 Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.