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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.