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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Wings,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.