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 Panama 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.