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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Mr. Review to the jazz 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Index,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
DNA,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.