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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Japan,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.