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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.