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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.