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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Audionom,
the Normal,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.