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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.