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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Slave,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.