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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.