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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Can,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.