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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.