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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Hashim,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.