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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.