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 Barbados and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.