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 Ukraine 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.