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 Armenia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.