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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
10cc,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
X-101,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.