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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.