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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the dance 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.