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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.