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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.