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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.