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 El Salvador 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.