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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.