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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms to the rock 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.