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 Botswana and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.