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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.