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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.