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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CBGB's.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.