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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff 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?
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.