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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.