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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.