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 Gabon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.