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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Deepchord,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.