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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.