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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Sound to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.