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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.