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 Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.