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 Japan and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Human League to the disco 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.