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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.