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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Section 25,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
cv313,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.