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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Nas,
June Days,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.