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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.