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 Thailand 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.