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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.