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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.