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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.