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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.