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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.