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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
cv313,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
The Kinks,
DNA,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
John Holt,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.