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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Technova,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Wire,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.