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 Angola 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha 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?
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.