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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.