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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.