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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.