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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.