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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Warsaw 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Crime,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.