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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 The Dead C to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Model 500,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.