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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
ABC,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.