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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.