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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
X-102,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.