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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.