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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
UT,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.