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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Television,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.