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 Japan and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 chamberlin 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Franke,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.