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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.