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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.