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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
cv313,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.