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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.