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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.