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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.