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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Nirvana to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.