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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.