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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.