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 Syria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Doors to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Television,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.