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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Crime,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.