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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
June Days,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.