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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.