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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.