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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Technova,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.