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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.