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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the punk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.