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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.