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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.