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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.