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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.