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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
UT,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.