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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.