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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Mission of Burma to the punk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.