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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
DNA,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.