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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.