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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.