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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Magma,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.