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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
10cc,
Aswad,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.