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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.