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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.