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 Seychelles 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Five Americans to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.