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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.