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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer 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?
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.