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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Brick,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.