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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.