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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Audionom,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.