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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.