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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.