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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.