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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.