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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.