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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes 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 The Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Fear,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Franke,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.