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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.