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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.