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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.