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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Pantytec,
cv313,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.