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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Organ,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
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.