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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.