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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Smoke to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.