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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.