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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.