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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.