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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.