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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
EPMD,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.