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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.