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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.