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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.