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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.