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 Chad and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Slits to the grunge 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Magma,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Nico,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.