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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.