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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 David Bowie 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 Lalann to the rock 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Make Up,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.