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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.