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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
DNA,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.