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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.