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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Nas,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.