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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Hashim,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.