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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 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 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.