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 Yemen and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.