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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Yaz to the rock 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.