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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.