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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Sight & Sound to the dance 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.