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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.