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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.