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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Q65 to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.