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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Television,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.