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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the rock 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.