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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.