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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.