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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Index,
UT,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.