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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.