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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.