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 Indonesia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Can,
The Monks,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.