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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.