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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.