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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 clarinet 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 FM Einheit 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
AZ,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.