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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.