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 Cyprus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Television,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.