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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.