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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.