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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Brick,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.