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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.