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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Oneida to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.