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 Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.