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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugs to the funk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
the Germs,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.