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 Samoa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.