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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.