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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.