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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.