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 the UAE and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.