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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
The Associates,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.