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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.