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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.