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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Moby Grape to the grunge 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
CMW,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.