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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.