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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.