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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.