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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.