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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Nico,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.