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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Nas,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Kayak,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.