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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.