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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
The Busters,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.