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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.