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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.