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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the electroclash 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
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Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.