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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.