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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.