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 Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.