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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Litter to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.