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 Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Television,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.