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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.