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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.