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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.