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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.