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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.