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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.