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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 Donald Fagen 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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.