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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.