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 Libya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Amon Düül II to the dance 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.