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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Aural Exciters to the rap 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.