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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.