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 United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Can,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.