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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.