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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.