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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.