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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Quando Quango to the crunk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.