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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.