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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.