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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.