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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues 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?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.