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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.