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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.