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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.