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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 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 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.