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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.