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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.