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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.