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 Swaziland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.