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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.