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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 theremin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.