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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.