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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.