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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.