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 South Sudan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.