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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.