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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.