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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leaves to the grunge 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
the Normal,
Fear,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.