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 Jordan 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Wings,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.