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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.