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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.