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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.