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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.