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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.