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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Can,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.