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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.