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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 spring reverb 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 Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.