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 Chile and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.