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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.