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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.