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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the grime 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s 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 Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.