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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 sitar 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Normal,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.