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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.