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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
CMW,
X-102,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.