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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
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 oboe 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 World's Most to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.