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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.