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 Peru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Henry Cow to the rap 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.