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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.