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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 The Red Krayola 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.