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 Albania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.