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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.