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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.