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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.