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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.