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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.