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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Crime,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Symarip,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.