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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the crunk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.