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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.