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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.