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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.