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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.