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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.