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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
The Move,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.