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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Oblivians 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
PIL,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.